High Voltage

„JUST GIVE ME THOSE FUCKING CHICKEN WINGS!” I growl a moment away from stepping on the counter and kicking Keith’s ass. My knees were on the high bar stool and I was practically leaning over the bar. Keith shook his head. „Monk!” A loud cry left my mouth, bringing that bald head to look at me in between attending his customers. „Keith’s being a bitch!”

Monk excused himself to come and figure this mess out. Thank you! „C’mon dude, I know your freezers are stocked up with that shit!”

„Whatcha say I make you a drink instead? On the house of course,” Monk switched with Keith, boosting his hands on the counter.

„I want the chicken wings!” I yelled. Yeah, call me stubborn, but I want what I want.

„Then you’ll have to go to Duke’s...” He replied with an amused smile on his face. Oh you think you’re clever... Like hell I’m stepping my foot in that lousy place ever again! And it has nothing to do with the fact that I was practically thrown out of there. Monk slid a glass of Jack over to me, which I on the other hand, slid further to a group of very intoxicated girls.

„I don’t drink,” Don’t piss me off, dude! „Don’t make me call Johnny!”

„Did I hear my name?” The owner peeked his head from the kitchen, biting down on a humangous sandwitch.

„Thank god, Johnny, these assholes are refusing to attend me!” I cried out gesturing to the bartenders. He cleaned his mouth, before stepping out of his cave, still holding that half eaten sandwitch.

„What do you want, Twinks?” He rinsed the sandwitch away with coke.

„Fucking chicken wings, man!” My fingers brushed through my blond bangs as a frustrated sigh rolled over my lips.

„Okay,” he smiled, biting down on his sandwitch, „You’ll get your fucking chicken wings.”

„Thank you!” Finally someone who gets me... „Just yell when they’re ready, okay?”

„Nah, I’ll bring them to you. Where are you sitting?” He asked, his mouth full.

„Right over there,” I pointed to the booth with loads of empty bottles and shot glasses on the table. He nodded, before disappearing in the kitchen. I sticked out my tongue for Monk and he just shook his head in reply. He’s so not getting a tip tonight. Oh who am I kidding, I shoved my hand deep in Brian’s biker jacket since I’d left my in the venue and searched for some cash. A crumpled... twenty? I guess it will do. I left the banknote on the counter, before managing my way back to our table, trying not to get squished in the process. For a Thursday there were a bit too many people around here.

„And that’s when I told him, there’s no fucking way it will fit, but the guy just goes and shoves that shit in his mouth!” I had no idea what the hell was Matt talking about, but that concluded in a very wild laughter from both parties. I slid back in my seat next to Brian and he casually threw his arm around my shoulder still not being able to regain from the joke.

„Got your chicken wings?” He asked, emptying a shot, before looking over me.

„Of course I did,” I replied, feeling very darn proud of myself.

„Then where are they?” Matt questioned, raising the dark bottle to his lips, still very amused from the earlier story telling.

„Johnny’s making them.” He nearly choked on his beer. What? Had Johnny never made chicken wings for him?

„Finally someone puts Johnny to work,” Brian chuckled, rinsing the taste of vodka away with his beer.

„So I heard you want to fuck me, Twinks,” Matt said a naughty smirk on his face, making Brian explode in laughter and nearly spit his beer all over the table. I felt myself blushing. Well... I didn’t think he’d be that straight forward with the matter. I leaned further in Brian’s side, searching for a bit of comfort, hoping to hide from the whole world or at least Matt’s amused stare.

„Look at that, my girl’s blushing,” Brian chuckled, planting a sloppy kiss on the top of my head.

„That was before I found out I was pregnant,” I mumbled, playing with the lining of Brian’s shirt.

„What difference does it make? It’s not like I’d do any damage to the kid.” My eyes instantly shot to him just to see him smirk in his bottle. Yeah, seeing the bulge in your pants? I think that snake would go up till my kidneys. „Oh come on, I’m just messing with you, Meg. My eyes are set on a certain someone tonight,” he shot a look over to the bar. Was he talking about that frisky red-head in the very tight leather pants?

„And where are you planning on taking her, dude?” Brian asked, playing with the tips of my hair. Matt cocked his eyebrow, watching Brian amusedly. „If she won’t be out by morning, I will seriously kill your ass.”

„Whatever,” Matt chuckled before emptying his bottle and sliding out of the booth.

„You know Alexis’s coming to HB,” He jerked his head over to me. I smirked, „Just saying you know.”

„When?”

„In a week? I don’t know...” I shrugged, seeing Johnny bring me my salty goodnesses. While Brian’s sneaky fingers went to take a wing, Matt seemed like he was considering the thought.

„I’ll be done by then,” he smirked and disappeared in the crowd. So he was official over Bailey. Good for him, it really was, ‘cause if Bails doesn’t pull her head out of her ass, I don’t think she’d live up to her thirty and god knew she’ll drag whoever will be by her side down with her.

„Can I get you something else?” Johnny asked, smiling as he watched Brian press greasy kisses to my cheek.

„Nah, we’re good, thanks,” I took the wing, minding my own business, before I felt Brian’s hand disappear between my legs. Ha! I’m wearing pants, dude. Johnny left shaking his head on the view. „Now he’ll think I’m easy, Haner...”

„Aren’t you?”

„Dude, you can forget it, I’m not fucking you in this wonderful establishment,” I bit down on the wing. Mmm, meat... I heard a frustrated moan leave his insides.

„You’re leaving me with blue balls, Meg...” he whined.

„Hey, I didn’t do nothing to make you hard. I’m even wearing pants and hiding my boobs beneath your jacket,”

„It takes only to look at you,”

With an arched brow I turned to face him, „You really have a libido of a fucking fifteen year old, don’t you?” But that wasn’t my problem at the moment, what I was worried about was me running out of chicken wings. Bummer. „Are we waiting for Matt? ‘Cause I’m done here,” I said, taking a napkin to clean myself up.

„Nah, he’ll find his way,” Brian said and I nodded, taking a sip of my orange juice, before getting up and out of the booth. As I stood there, watching over the regular drunks, waiting for Haner to get out of the booth, I felt Brian’s phone vibrate against my stomach. With one finger in my mouth – licking the taste of chicken wings away, I pulled out his iPhone and read the text.

I’m back. Where are you? Xoxo Alice.

My eyebrow arched. So that son of a bitch hadn’t told her. Awesome. I looked back at him and realized he’s really fucking drunk... How the hell did he get that one done? While I was licking those bones he looked fucking fine to me, so what the hell?

„Give me the keys,” I stretched out my hand in the mean time typing an answer to the chick.

Johnny’s. Be home in ten. X to fucking O, Brian shithead Haner. Okay, I didn’t write shithead, but believe me, I was close to it. The keys to his BMW landed in my hand and I started off to the exit, not even waiting for Brian’s drunk ass as I scrolled through his texts. There wasn’t really anything to catch my interest. Mostly ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘busy’, ‘can’t talk’ replies.

As I walked outside, the nightly breeze slapped me in the face, reminding I have to wait for Haner. Yeah... I think I’ll wait for him in the car.

„Hi, Meg,” Someone greeted me and I just held up my hand with the keys lingering from my finger as I kept inspecting Brian’s and Alice’s conversation and moving forward. The car beeped in response to the push of the button. I got in, inspecting the pics she had sent him from Miami and placed the key in the ignition, adjusting the chair to my needs. I thought if people went somewhere new, they’d take photos of some fucking amazing scenery and the sightseeing would be a bit different than snapping pictures of one’s rake, but hey, slut, I’ve got them too now!

My eyes raised from the screen to see how far that dickhead was from the car, and can you believe it? He had stopped to have a chit-chat with some dudes. I tilted my head back and sighed frustrated. „Come the fuck on...”

My fingers turned the key, starting up the engine. Maybe this will make him move his boney ass faster. Yes? No? Fuck you. „I’m really going to leave without you, dude...” I’ll wait until fucking ten and then I’ll leave. „1, 2...” While counting, my fingers went for a game of kick the shit out of the air-freshener, „9, 9 and a half... 9 and three quarters, nine and—„

„Can we stop by Zack’s?” Jesus Christ he smelt like an ashtray and liquor factory newborns. Just pop some of those mints, dude. „Who the fuck sat here?” He mumbled, pushing the chair way back.

„What for?” I yawned, looking over my shoulder, before managing my way around the crowd that I so desperately wanted to kill. Can’t you see I’m fucking driving here? You’re not supposed to be fucking standing there!

„Nah, you’re right, let’s just go home,” Huh? I didn’t say anything. But whatever, I was too tired to go knee deep in his drunk nightmarish brain function.

The phone that laid in my lap vibrated once again. In between switching the lanes, I picked it up and slid my finger over the screen.

I’m wearing nothing but that lingerie you love so much! Xoxo Alice.

I nearly died from holding that laughter in right then and there. Man, she’s in for a fucking big surprise. Poor girl. I was very strong about the fact that Brian understood very little or absolutely nothing of what was going on and that his phone was now in my hand. He just stared out the window, swaying his head lightly.

Those were ten minutes of the best silent snickering I’ve ever experienced. I was really fucking excited about this, call me evil, a bitch, a Raven McQueen, but I was super stoked on being the one to pour the harsh truth over my little step sister’s head.

I stopped in the driveway and killed the engine, noticing Brian soundly asleep. Well I’m clearly not gonna drag his drunk ass inside, so... Buh-bye.

As I walked up to the front door and took a deep breath, I couldn’t bare but feel like being fourteen and popping open that first bottle of beer I jacked from dad. Okay, calm down, let’s be professional about this. With another deep breath I opened the heavy wooden door and instantly, just like that, an almost naked Alice jumped in front of me. „Bri, baby, I missed—„

„Oh hey, babe, I missed you too,” I did my best impersonation of Haner and to tell I didn’t suck at it would be an understatemant. I fucking nailed that shit! „So what’s for supper? You?”

„Uhmm...” She quickly covered herself up with Brian’s plaid shirt that was laying on the armrest of the couch. „Where’s Bri?”

„Baby, don’t you recognize me?” Shit, this was too much fun to be legal. „So I had a gender change operation, but, babe, we can work it out, I’m the fucking Synyster Gates!” I said in my best macho voice.

„Y-you’re really scaring me,” She finally said, stepping back.

„Oh come on,” I threw my hand back, „I’m just joking.” I saw her sigh in relief.

„Thank god, for a moment there—„ What? She really fucking thought Gates made himself into me? Now this was wroth clapping my hands like a retarded seal as I burst in a sincere laughter.

„Come on, I know you’re fifteen and stuff, but, man...” I tried to regain my breath from laughing. She didn’t seem to get the joke, but, meh, whatever, at least I was having my fair share fun.

„So where is he then?”

„Passed out in the fucking car,” I pointed with my thumb to where I thought the car was.

„Oh...”

This chick... you have to love her, tho. Still with a wide smile on my face and giggling my ass off, I patted her on the shoulder as I made my way to the fridge. I was so ready for that last night’s lasagna.

„Uhmm, Megan?” She started as I took out the tray from the fridge to heat it up in the microwave.

„Yea? Hey, you’ll want some?” I offered the dish, but she just shook her head, „suit yourself, more for me.”

„Hmm... Why exactly are you here?”

„Oh shit, I forgot to tell you the shit I was preparing for those ten fucking minutes!” I exclaimed right after I had punched in the time on the microwave. Her frown only grew bigger. „Sorry, sometime’s I forget stuff, you know, I’m old and shit. But, here-„ I held up my hand, pointing out the big gem on my finger. It didn’t look like she was comprehending anything, so I figured to explain things... with words. So the stupid people would understand too. „I’m getting married to the guy.”

„No, no... that can’t be right,” She shook her head, before she grabbed my hand quite forcefully. Whoa, easy there cowgirl. Her eyes roamed the ring for a bit too long and suddenly I got the Kathy vibe all over again. „It’s just a ring, right?” She looked up, a a big ass pleading to her eyes.

„...yeaaah... Look, I’m not kicking you out or anything, knowing your mom is in fucking LA and there’s probably no one to pick you up, you can stay the night here,”

„My mom? The hell you know about my mom?” She jumped bag, angrily running her fingers through those dirty blond locks.

„Uhmm... Absolutely fucking nothing.” She didn’t buy it, but dropped the subject after a heavy sigh just to go on a rant about something else.

„That good for nothing piece of shit! I want to hear this from him,” She folded her arms over her watermelons and tapped a foot, waiting for me to be her bitch and fetch Gates. Uhmm, yeah, girl? That attitude won’t cut it with me.

„He’s way too drunk to talk to you at the moment, just get a good sleep and you both will talk in the morning, okay?”

„Yeah... no. I want to talk to him now.”

„And I want to ride a flying pony, but do we see that happening now?” I know I’ve used that phrase a bit too much over the time, but it get’s the idea across, you know what I mean?

„What does he even see in you? You’re fucking thirty and act like a runaway!” She pointed to me and for a moment I wanted to smack her. Real hard. With the fucking chair. And I wasn’t fucking thirty, I was twenty seven thank you for asking.

„Hey, I’d go easy on the insults if I was in your place.”

„I-I’m sorry, I’m just confused and... no wait, I’m not fucking sorry. I bared with his shit for eight fucking months, acted like miss goody two shoes just to get that fucking finger on my finger and he can’t even tell me that he’s breaking up with me?”

„Look, I’ve been baring with his shit for...” How many years? „Five years now and three before I even knew it and I’ve seen the girls come and go. Even wives.” Wife as in one single wife, but wives just sounded more impressive. „You have my permission to blow him away once he fucks everything up with me.” But that’s not happening anytime soon, ‘cause I’m pregnant and like hell I’m taking care of the kid on my own, so Haner’s pretty much glued to my side from now on.

Right then the front door got kicked open and Matt fucking Sanders stumbled inside not with one, not two, not three, but with four fucking chicks by his side. „Oh hey... Meg, Alice... I hope you both—„

„Whatever Shads, I’m going to sleep.”

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